hey

your poem turns me on 

pink teeth

looking to those birds stained my eyelids

a red petal 

i tesselate in the sea

this snail on the sidewalk will take days and for the runner with a painted face it is just 

a new day

this year we will still fight for the sand under my fingernails

and bodies white from their souls will to dance 

these water eyes against preto told me linda and we reflected to each other for years

and we handed dende scented food to her far eyed daughter

i can't wipe the ash off His bedsheets

i told him (and it is the truth) tonight i will always love Him

and only He will notice:

my eyes turned turquoise today.

but between the three, the ghosts and fathers and holy things

-today as the sun came up one wingspanned spirit burst into my spine and is flowing cool forever-

i found myself free